The Last Generation (Gen Z)

CHAPTER 2 The Midst of The End

CHAPTER 2 "The Midst of The End"

~CHRIZTOPHER'S POV~

I was peacefully sleeping when suddenly someone abruptly woke me up.

???: Hey, love, it's time to get up now. I've made breakfast!

My vision was still blurry, and I could only make out a girl's silhouette.

As my eyes adjusted, I realized it was my girl, Xandrea.

She was standing there, smiling down at me, looking as radiant as ever.

Chriz: Xandrea? How did you—
Xandrea: Let's stop talking and enjoy our meal, shall we?

She said, her voice gentle but insistent.

I was having breakfast with my girlfriend, and I was thrilled that she was back.

Chriz: Hey, love? How did you come back... I mean, we left you at the lab and—

Xandrea: Oh well, it's a long explanation but you're right...

Xandrea's tone changed, her smile fading.

Chriz: What do you mean I'm right?

I asked, confusion tightening its grip on me.

She looked at me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

Xandrea: You... left me, right? You left me. You left me to die alone. I was suffering. And now you're enjoying your life. YOU FUCKING LEFT ME!

Her words echoed in my head, a relentless accusation that pierced through my heart.

Her words kept repeating, growing louder and more accusing until... someone woke me up.

Manuel: Hey, are you alright?

Manuel's concerned voice broke through the haze of my nightmare.

Manuel: You seemed to be having a bad dream. Is it about Ate? Are you thinking about her? About Xandrea?

I sat up, my heart still pounding.

Chriz: I dreamt about Drea. She kept saying that I left her there... to die alone.

Manuel placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

Manuel: That's just a dream, don't worry. Let's have breakfast and wind yourself up.

As we headed to the makeshift dining area, I couldn't shake the lingering dread.

Chriz: Hey, do you think she's upset with me?
Manuel: I don't think so. Ate doesn't hold a grudge over situations like that.
Chriz: I hope so, Do you think she's still out there?

Manuel's expression turned somber.

Manuel: Well, it's either out there surviving and immune, or out there, looking for flesh.

We ate in silence, the weight of our conversation hanging heavy in the air.

I tried to focus on the food, but my mind kept drifting back to Xandrea.

Her face, her voice, the pain in her eyes – it all felt so real.

Was she truly gone? Or was there a chance, however slim, that she was still out there, fighting to survive?